Look who has settled into his big blue bed on this rainy day! Finn usually spends the morning downstairs while I write, only traipsing up here when my husband delivers a second cup of coffee. My zoom-mates know to expect them.
I didn’t manage to bustle out the door for a walk this morning. It feels like a day to cocoon.
Cocooning is a luxury, a laziness, and a way to preserve health. I don’t know how to think about it anymore. All this isolation, even partnered and filled with canine company, might be getting to me.
It might also be a good day to whittle down the pile of papers next to the computer. Already a clipboard of novel-related notes surfaced.
A clipboard! Gawd.
On the top page clipped to that clipboard, I found a quote that feels relevant to today, to our time: “Grief … is a form of moral intelligence and even wisdom.” Terry Patten, A New Republic of the Heart.
I should go food shopping … and more to do besides … I don’t want to … don’t care to … ugh
Yeah I get it. Here I did end up walking the dog midday. Feel better for it.
an indoor day here, I’d be slip slidin’ away…
Fortunately no ice here right now.
fun reading all the little saved quotes as the snow is falling here
The rain has passed and the sky is a soft, wintry blue.
Wow! Finn is big. I’m so accustomed to the peewees he seems gigantic. It was gloomy here too. I didn’t go out till dusk and it was freezing. Back under the heating pad for me!
I’m under the heating pad as I read this! And yeah your pups are pint- sized!
I read this, thought I’d commented…must have gotten distracted. I remember thinking how big Finney looks in his big bed! I think I have become a professional “Cocooner”…each weekend = home, each lunch break = car, alone Cocooning!
Glad for your walk and it helping. Perhaps I should push harder, but the wind has been fierce and you know what that means. sigh